It is what it is, right?
Your eyes seem drained of anger, you can speak my name without a scowl
You're either real good at pretending or maybe you've been trying to be better for yourself
I don't know what I could ever say to you that wouldn't be too close to the truth
I loved you, and I hope after you read that letter you finally knew
Something must've clicked in that beautiful head of yours, a light switch that flickered into the dark
Someday, you'll look at me and see nothing more than what we used to be
- you hold a piece of my heart julianna, and a part of me will always love you.
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J U L I A N N A
PoetryA collection of poems for a girl with brown eyes & black hair.